Post by Tiger Lily on Jan 18, 2011 17:16:40 GMT -5
Princess, Tiger Lily[/i]
"We Are But the Players"
Name: Tiger Lily, Princess.
Age: 18.
Story: Neverland from the Peter Pan stories.
Affiliation: Good.
Occupation: Native American Princess.
"Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder"
Hair: Black, glossy.
Eyes: Black, intuitive.
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 115 lbs.
General Build: Lithe, willowy.
Play-by: Mizuo Peck.
"All of it is Elementry"
Personality: As Princess of her people, Tiger Lily is very noble. She is often quiet and contemplative and usually does not speak unless she has something worth saying. This proud nobility makes Tiger Lily quite powerful. Her will cannot be broken if her people are in danger, and strength more then should be possible can be derived from her limbs in similar cases.
Princess, Tiger Lily might be. But she is also a native american just like her people. As such she has learned their ways of life. This makes Tiger Lily very cunning and intuitive. Living the simple life of her people has helped Tiger Lily to admire the little things in life. Looking at confusing situations with a defined clarity.
Weapons: Dagger. Longbow. Quiver of arrows.
Skills: Expert archer. Trained in hand-to-hand combat and the use of twin daggers. Talented tracker/hunter. Talented survivalist.
Mother: Falling Water.
Father: Chief Great Big Little Panther.
Siblings: None.
History: Tiger Lily was born the only child of Great Big Little Panther and his fair wife, Falling Water. Her father was chief of the tribe of Native Americans that lived in the northwestern regions of Neverland. Chief Great Big Little Panther was known as the most powerful warrior and hunter in the tribe, though he no longer participated in the hunt. Meanwhile Falling Water was a skilled archer and the tribe's spiritual leader, capable of communing with the spirits of nature.
Tiger Lily was instantly proclaimed as the most beautiful babe in the tribe after she was born, and her beauty only continued to progress as time wore on. She was raised experiencing every aspect of her people's culture, being taught most everything and witnessing those few things that were not professed to her. It was quite apparent, even at a young age, that she possessed skill with the longbow to easily rival her mother's.
Not only this, but Tiger Lily was the most fleet of foot and agile of her people, and fair at tracking prey. Most might suppose that, as Princess of the tribe, she would be distant and kept away from her common tribesmen and women. On the contrary, Chief Great Big Little Panther thought it exceedingly important that his daughter know the ways of their people. It was on one of her hunting trips with powerful bodyguards accompanying her that Tiger Lily first encounter the boy known as Peter Pan.
Tiger Lily was following the trail of a wild boar, but found that it had been slain by none other then Captain Hook's horrible pirates. Her chaperons insisted they turn back. But Tiger Lily was struck with a blind fury that these pirates had trespassed on her people's sacred hunting ground. Naturally, she engaged them. At first Tiger Lily took out half of the men with her arrows, but was soon forced to use her knives to fight.
Alas, the two protectors at each of her sides were rendered helpless, Tiger Lily faced the remaining pirates all alone... Until a boy in green garbs soared from the sky and assisted her. Tiger Lily fought by Peter Pan's side and afterwards was fast and great friends with him, often going on many adventures. Tiger Lily grew more gorgeous with every day, and more noble. By the time Peter Pan brought to Neverland the Darling children, Tiger Lily met them towards the end of their adventure.
Tiger Lily was just leaving for another hunting venture, however, when she found herself in a strange and terrible place... Somewhere new and frightening because of its incredible foreignness... All. Alone.
"But All the World is a Stage"
Name: Redd.
Years Roleplaying: 51/2
How did you find us?: Sherlock is a friend o' mine.
RP Example:
The smooth and reflective glass was almost as beautiful as the detail seen in its gold-wrought ornate frame. Even the size was complimentary to its elegance, large enough to show a whole warrior with ease from head to toe. All of this beauty was frozen immediately once one saw what was shone in the looking-glass. It was a woman, and her own beauty was undoubtedly ravishing. Coils and waves of auburn hair fell in a graceful twist ore a pair of proud, pale shoulders.
A diadem, a mighty tiara, a worthy crown of onyx-black make sat proudly on her brow, glimmering with rubies of a great many sizes. The face that was staring strongly at her own reflection beneath this shining monument was as gorgeous as it was intimidating. Severe but not altogether unkind. The silver-green eyes that almost made the mirror warp with their intensities were filled with wit and cunning, but tempered and controlled. Perfectly applied.
Her shoulders might have been devoid of clothe accompaniment, but the priceless dress that unfolded beneath them made up for this lacking area and only drew attention to the powerful woman's long neck. Black and red were the primary colors in every aspect of her attire and accessories. Large skirt of charcoal hues spread beneath the waist in many noble folds, embroidered on the bottommost seam glistened shining threads of maroon and gold.
Girdle squeezed her torso of red with black lace and string. Dark sleeves fell from her shoulders and spread in a much wider fashion as it neared the wrists. It was painfully obvious that this woman had a vast amount of power resting on her proud shoulders. Even more was it evident that beyond this power was the cunning to use it and the capability to reach whatever means she desired. "My Queen!" The voice, slightly harassed and coming between gasps, sounded from the door to her dressing chamber.
The Red Queen's raw eyes finally ceased admiration of her reflection as she turned slowly on the spot to perceive the messenger Pawn bowing at her door. "Speak." The voice that escaped the majesty's painted lips was such a command one could imagine the very earth forfeiting its secrets if so addressed. "There are strange forces pressing your kingdom from the south!" The Red Queen's mind was instantly flummoxed, though not a trace of confusion reached the surface of her smooth face.
Her sister, the White Queen's kingdom was to the north, she occupied the southern regions. If forces were pressing on them from even lower in the world, they would be swarming out of the Gnarled Woods, from the Tangled Mountains, and beyond that? There was only the seas. This report meant surly that some alien force had appeared in Wonderland, and was threatening her kingdom no less. "You are dismissed," she replied coldly.
The Pawn bowed anew and then broke in to a run from her presence. The Red Queen seemed to glide ore the floor, but before she too departed the chamber, her manicured and lotioned hand reached out to grasp something. It was a dark scepter studded with rubies as her diadem and jewelry was. The bottom tip was as formidable as a blade and the cluster of gems at its crown glistened with an inner light. The Red Queen hoisted it to her side and it set in her palm like they were made for one another. With that, the frigid royal seemed to disappear in an instant, moving with the startling speed that she possessed to the War Chambers... because this was undoubtedly a time for war...
A diadem, a mighty tiara, a worthy crown of onyx-black make sat proudly on her brow, glimmering with rubies of a great many sizes. The face that was staring strongly at her own reflection beneath this shining monument was as gorgeous as it was intimidating. Severe but not altogether unkind. The silver-green eyes that almost made the mirror warp with their intensities were filled with wit and cunning, but tempered and controlled. Perfectly applied.
Her shoulders might have been devoid of clothe accompaniment, but the priceless dress that unfolded beneath them made up for this lacking area and only drew attention to the powerful woman's long neck. Black and red were the primary colors in every aspect of her attire and accessories. Large skirt of charcoal hues spread beneath the waist in many noble folds, embroidered on the bottommost seam glistened shining threads of maroon and gold.
Girdle squeezed her torso of red with black lace and string. Dark sleeves fell from her shoulders and spread in a much wider fashion as it neared the wrists. It was painfully obvious that this woman had a vast amount of power resting on her proud shoulders. Even more was it evident that beyond this power was the cunning to use it and the capability to reach whatever means she desired. "My Queen!" The voice, slightly harassed and coming between gasps, sounded from the door to her dressing chamber.
The Red Queen's raw eyes finally ceased admiration of her reflection as she turned slowly on the spot to perceive the messenger Pawn bowing at her door. "Speak." The voice that escaped the majesty's painted lips was such a command one could imagine the very earth forfeiting its secrets if so addressed. "There are strange forces pressing your kingdom from the south!" The Red Queen's mind was instantly flummoxed, though not a trace of confusion reached the surface of her smooth face.
Her sister, the White Queen's kingdom was to the north, she occupied the southern regions. If forces were pressing on them from even lower in the world, they would be swarming out of the Gnarled Woods, from the Tangled Mountains, and beyond that? There was only the seas. This report meant surly that some alien force had appeared in Wonderland, and was threatening her kingdom no less. "You are dismissed," she replied coldly.
The Pawn bowed anew and then broke in to a run from her presence. The Red Queen seemed to glide ore the floor, but before she too departed the chamber, her manicured and lotioned hand reached out to grasp something. It was a dark scepter studded with rubies as her diadem and jewelry was. The bottom tip was as formidable as a blade and the cluster of gems at its crown glistened with an inner light. The Red Queen hoisted it to her side and it set in her palm like they were made for one another. With that, the frigid royal seemed to disappear in an instant, moving with the startling speed that she possessed to the War Chambers... because this was undoubtedly a time for war...
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